I got another one, I don’t want to die. No one wants to die, not really. I pressed the power button on my phone and turned back to my computer. Death was getting desperate, I’ve already marked his email as spam, and blocked his facebook. I declined his follow request on Instagram, and have deleted skype.
Still, he tries to call me. I wonder what it’s like, to die. I imagine it’s like going to sleep. Unless you die painfully, I would hate to have that happen. That’s what makes me avoid his calls. I’m afraid.
Everyone knows me as the old woman who won’t answer the call. Selfish. I suppose I am. Still, I’ve proven that immortality is achievable, at least for a bit.
I shudder as the room grows cold. He’s here. He’s grown impatient.
“I’ve come for you.” His voice sends shivers up my spine, like nails scraping across a chalk board would, or a spider crawling up your hand.
I ignore him. I don’t want to die, not yet.
“I know you are not deaf. Answer me!” He yells, I don’t respond. Even a shudder would count as an answer.
Instead I place my ear cancelling headphones on, select a song, and start cleaning my apartment. It starts out simple, making the bed, dusting, cleaning the pile of dishes in my sink.
Eventually Death walks in front of me and bellows something. I don’t know what, I simply act as if I don’t see him. I’ve gotten rather good at acting ignorant of someone’s presence. I learned from those who were ignorant of mine.
Immortality is lonely, everyone I love died before I even thought if answering. I almost wanted to, almost being the keyword.
It must be strange for my neighbors, me gardening with the Grim Reaper shouting at me. I didn’t care all that much, they all judged anyways.
Eventually I may answer, but for now I will ignore him, and continue living.
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